At 6 p.m., night had already fallen. Andrew drove his beat-up secondhand car with Aspen in the passenger seat, dressed in an evening gown with flawless makeup, as they headed for the Chetvine Grand Hall.

Tonight, Ezekiel was hosting a banquet there for Chetvine's high society.

Aspen laughed and asked, "Honey, how are we going to sneak in later? Chetvine's dinner parties are world-class events. We don't have invitations, so crashing the party doesn't seem right."

Andrew was completely nonch